For Mother's Day, we spent Saturday evening and Sunday with my family. My grandmother was staying with my parents, and I considered getting a picture of five generations: Grandmother, my mom, myself, Precious, and her baby doll. However, her pursuits were more musically inclined after she found my dad in his study. I didn't get the five-generation picture after all.
My dad turned on a recorded violin concerto and gave Precious a baton. He tried to lend dignity to the art of conducting, while Precious gave the art plenty of passion with great sweeps and blows delivered to the remote control. Her passion was quickly extinguished by her mother, however, when she went after Grandmama with her baton yelling, "I gonna get chew!"
Bubby's favorite person to reach for was Aunt Ma, which pleased her greatly. Here she is taking a break from cooking our Sunday meal to laugh with Bubby.
I always enjoy watching children clap in church, trying to figure out the rhythm. I can remember how exultant I felt when I first learned how to clap on (or off) the beat. This Sunday, I spotted several small children practicing their "rhythm," including Precious. It was very cute.
Picasa for this post
My dad turned on a recorded violin concerto and gave Precious a baton. He tried to lend dignity to the art of conducting, while Precious gave the art plenty of passion with great sweeps and blows delivered to the remote control. Her passion was quickly extinguished by her mother, however, when she went after Grandmama with her baton yelling, "I gonna get chew!"
Bubby's favorite person to reach for was Aunt Ma, which pleased her greatly. Here she is taking a break from cooking our Sunday meal to laugh with Bubby.I always enjoy watching children clap in church, trying to figure out the rhythm. I can remember how exultant I felt when I first learned how to clap on (or off) the beat. This Sunday, I spotted several small children practicing their "rhythm," including Precious. It was very cute.
Picasa for this post
Comments
Love y'all!